Ragtime Cowboy Joe

Oh how he sings

Raggy music to his cattle

As he swings

Back in forth in his saddle

On a horse

What a horse!

Who is syncopated gaited

And with such a funny meter

To the roar of his repeater!

How they run

When they hear the fella's gun

Because the western folks all know:

He's a high falutin'

Rootin' tootin'!

Son-of-a-gun from Arizona

He's some cowboy

Talk about your cowboy

Ragtime Cowboy Joe!

(Gunshots)

Look out, Sheriff! They're gettin' away!

(Gunshot)

Alvin, stop shooting that gun

(Gunshot)

Reach for the sky, you sidewinder!

(Gunshot)

Alvin, will you put that gun down!

(Gunshot)

Don't worry lady! I'll go get 'em!

(Loud gunshot)

Alvin!

Will you please put that thing down and get back here and sing!?

Oh how he sings

Raggy music to his cattle

As he swings

Back in forth in his saddle

On a horse

What a horse!

Who is syncopated gaited

And with such a funny meter

To the roar of his repeater!

How they run

When they hear the fella's gun

Because the western folks all know:

He's a high falutin'

Rootin' tootin'!

Son of a gun from Arizona

He's some cowboy

Talk about your cowboy

Ragtime Cowboy Joe!

(Gunshots to the beat)

High-ho, Alvin!